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Mahogany L. Browne - Vinyl Moon

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A teen girl hiding the scars of a past relationship finds home and healing in the words of strong Black writers. A beautiful sophomore novel from a critically acclaimed author and poet that explores how words have the power to shape and uplift our world even in the midst of pain.
A true embodiment of the term Black Girl Magic.Booklist
When Darius told Angel he loved her, she believed him. But five weeks after the incident, Angel finds herself in Brooklyn, far from her family, from him, and from the California life she has known.
Angel feels out of sync with her new neighborhood. At school, she cant shake the feeling everyone knows what happenedand that it was her fault. The only place that makes sense is Ms. Gs class. There, Angels classmates share their own stories of pain, joy, and fortitude. And as Angel becomes immersed in her revolutionary literature course, the words from Black writers like Toni Morrison, James Baldwin, and Zora NEale Hurston speak to her and begin to heal the wounds of her past.
This stunning novel weaves together prose, poems, and vignettes to tell the story of Angel, a young woman whose past was shaped by domestic violence but whose love of language and music and the gift of community grant her the chance to find herself again.

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ALSO BY MAHOGANY L BROWNE Chlorine Sky This is a work of fiction Names - photo 1
ALSO BY MAHOGANY L. BROWNE

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This is a work of fiction Names characters places and incidents either are - photo 2

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text copyright 2022 by Mahogany L. Browne

Cover art copyright 2022 by Dubelyoo

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Crown Books for Young Readers, an imprint of Random House Childrens Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Browne, Mahogany L., author.

Title: Vinyl moon / Mahogany L. Browne.

Description: First edition. | New York: Crown Books for Young Readers, [2022] | Audience: Ages 14+ | Audience: Grades 1012 | Summary: A teen girl reeling from the scars of a past relationship finds healing and hope in the words of strong Black writers and the new community she builds in Brooklyn, New YorkProvided by publisher.

Identifiers: LCCN 2021032805 (print) | LCCN 2021032806 (ebook) | ISBN 978-0-593-17643-6 (hardcover) | ISBN 978-0-593-17644-3 (lib. bdg.) | ISBN 978-0-593-17645-0 (ebook)

Subjects: CYAC: Self-actualization (Psychology)Fiction. | Books and readingFiction. | African AmericansFiction. | Family violenceFiction. | SchoolsFiction. | Brooklyn (New York, N.Y.)Fiction.

Classification: LCC PZ7.1.B7977 Vi 2022 (print) | LCC PZ7.1.B7977 (ebook) | DDC [Fic]dc23

Ebook ISBN9780593176450

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This story is dedicated to the act of showing up for yourself. Every book I write is a love letter to the teachers who never gave up on me. This story is only possible because of my grandmother, the mighty Elsie Jean, and the gumption I inherited as a result of her backbone.

Hello, BrooklynGoodbye, California

First day of school. East Coast. Brooklyn. And its like Ive never been alive like this before. I walk into Benjamin Banneker and the security guard asks me for my student ID. Itsits my first day, I stutter. Not because Im afraid. But because Im confused. Ive never had to have ID to come onto a school campus before. This is real different than California. But after that weird night with my ex-boyfriend, Darius, my mom (she who I now call Elena) drove away with me in the front seat, tears falling down her cheeks as she whimpered, Youre moving to Brooklyn with your uncle Spence.

I was too numb to answer, my throat was a sea of sandpaper, and I couldnt even cry. All I can think of is: My eyes almost swollen. The fight. His Chevy Impala in the school parking lot. My arm. His furious eyes. His permanent scowl. The fight. My eyes closed against the light. All over some dumb argument during a school basketball game. So, when I mix my words, I think it makes me look guilty. I mean, its my fault Darius got in trouble, right?

Go to the left, the security guard directs me. He has a tapered fade and black-rimmed glasses. He is almost frowning at me. Maybe he thinks its my fault too?

Principals Office Chairs Are the Worst

I walk into the office with the glass door covered by brightly colored flyers about the next PTA meeting, the importance of recycling, and something about an open mic night. I am a little surprised there is no bell to signal my arrival, but when the door recoils with a loud prison-door thud, I realize that is the signal itself. I sit in the first empty chair I see. The room is quartered off by a long plank of buffed wood, and there are metal baskets lined up against the wall with last names in front of them. Bernette, Chambers, Elliot, FrederickI am reading the names silently when a brown-skinned woman with a yellow-printed headwrap and glasses latched to a golden chain around her neck walks into the office, where more mailboxes line the wall next to a vase of sunflowers that look back at me. Golden globes of light, MomI mean, Elena used to call them. They were her favorite.

My back and arm begin to ache. I blame these stupid chairs. You know the ones with wooden seats and cushioned backs? Like, who does that? Who wants to sit on something that looks like I promise to hurt your ass, but your back is going to be nice and comfy! I feel like its a form of punishment, these chairs from medieval times. The woman with the African-print kaftan and headwrap looks me up and down and smiles.

You must be Angel. Its so good to meet you! Im Mrs. Barton. Im the assistant to Principal Stern. You want some tea? Mrs. Barton opens the cupboard, and it closes so quick I almost confuse it with the loud spring of the front office door.

Hi, Mrs. Barton. I stand up slowly, reaching out to shake her hand with my left hand, the one hand that is still swollen but is not in the shoulder sling. She grabs my hand with both of hers lightly and squeezes. No, Im not thirsty, I say. Thank you.

You can call me Mrs. B. Im so glad you made it! Weve been waiting for you, she says, and it almost sounds like a song. Let me know if you need anything, okay? Ive got your class schedule here. Your temporary student ID. She walks back to a stack of papers and grabs a pale-yellow folder. I thought we could wait a bit for the pictures. Is next week okay? She eyes the bruise gleaming like a lightning strike near my right eye.

I nod slowly. She must think its my fault too. Thats the way guilt spreads. It makes me think about the little things again and again. It makes me slip around in my brain for hours, wondering if I did things this way or that way, maybe, just maybe, I wouldnt have messed my life up.

Rewind

I didnt have the best life in California, sure. But it was mine. I had my little brother, Amir, and the triplets: Ayanna, Ashanti, and Asha. I didnt have a lot of friends. Elena and I werent on the best terms. But I was used to the life. Forever sun beaming in a sleepy town tucked in Northern California. People talked a lot of mess about me, but thats only because they didnt know me. They had to make up things or just jump to conclusions. It didnt bother me much. Because I had Darius. He made it all worth it. The way he looked at me for the first time.

I was waiting at a bus stop on my way to the mall. I wanted to take pictures with my sometime friends at the One Hour Photo. You dont have to be good friends to take pictures, Elena said. Besides, you need to make memories while you can. You dont get a do-over button. She was usually smoking a cigarette or smelling like a bunch of Clorox and arriving home tired. Her feet propped up on the seat of the kitchen chair. Her hands raw and tight after her days shift.

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